Monday, October 31, 2011

Louis: Eight Months Old

Louis is eight months old. Time is flying by and I don't know how to stop it. He is an amazingly hilarious baby...I have never heard a better laugh and we hear it often. He continues to be incredibly sweet and cuddly, and is developing a deliciously mischievous side. He kisses the side of my face, reaches his arms out to be held (so far just to me-suckers!), and shoves his face into the soft spot on my neck.

He loves the bath more than anything, is obsessed with balls (and it still makes me laugh every time I tell someone he loves balls-ha, ha), and can't get enough of those textured board books. He has a serious preference for yogurt and fruit and wants nothing to do with a vegetable. He shoves puffs, crackers, and peas into his face on a regular basis. He can drink out of a straw cup like a big kid, but much prefers to dump it in his lap.

He weighs somewhere around 18 lbs and is crazy long. He is mostly in 12 month clothes because of his length. Sleep continues to be hit or miss. More hit than miss when he's in his own crib. I don't mind so much (although if he wanted to give me a 7 or 8 hour stretch I would be all over it).

He adores his sister and loves his cousins. Every day we think it will be the day he starts crawling, but so far he's been content to moonwalk (crawl backward), and army crawl around in circles. He's starting to pull up on things and still totally digs the jumperoo. His hair is fabulous and grows longer and taller by the day.

Every day with this dude is awesome. I don't know what we ever did without him.